Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Guinea and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing L. Decosne to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
The Techniques,
Avey Tare,
Hardrive,
Eurythmics,
Sun City Girls,
Yusef Lateef,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gong,
Agitation Free,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Morten Harket,
Crispian St. Peters,
Desert Stars,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Moss Icon,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Shadows of Knight,
Hot Snakes,
Jesper Dahlback,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
X-101,
John Holt,
John Cale,
Vainqueur,
Fat Boys,
Circle Jerks,
Sugar Minott,
The Neon Judgement,
Godley & Creme,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Fatback Band,
Alice Coltrane,
Bill Wells,
Ronan,
Little Man,
Lou Reed,
Stiv Bators,
The Black Dice,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pierre Henry,
Monolake,
Unrelated Segments,
Bronski Beat,
The Grass Roots,
Nick Fraelich,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Fuzztones,
The Walker Brothers,
Skriet,
New Order,
Unwound,
Kurtis Blow,
PIL,
Drexciya,
Reuben Wilson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bluetip,
T.S.O.L.,
Grauzone,
Carl Craig,
Dark Day,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.